Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 138 I Killed the Dog.

God. Every part of that cordiality sounded so manufactured and phony. Deirdre was in no mood to play. the game, so she placed the box on a rack next to the door and turned on her heel.

“Miss McKinnon, wait.” Charlene stopped her as she rose from her seat with a smile. “What’s the hurry? Don’t you wanna look around? You know, enjoy the vibe now that you’re here?”

“Not interested,” Deirdre rebutted nonchalantly. She had never been interested in what the affluent upper- class considered haute couture or their glamor. The only reason she had even wanted to be Brendan’s wife was because she had loved him.

Of course, even that had gone away.

“I brought you your necklace,” she stated placidly. “If there’s nothing else you need, excuse me.”

“But there is oneeee thing.” Charlene replied quickly. Her smile deepened. Then, she fished out her phone gracefully and played a video.

cries of a dog being tortured filled the

stopped dead in her tracks. She could feel her blood boiling from her

recognize this sound, Miss McKinnon. What was the name of that damn dog again?… Oh, right. Bliss. I remember the way it went down as though it was yesterday! Its belly was cut open, and even though it was near death, that poor thing got its limbs lopped off too. Oh, look! You can see it glancing at

eyes were red. She turned back to face Charlene, her voice shaking as much

take a guess? Guess why I would have a video like this or why I seem to have intimate

their sockets. She tearfully croaked, “It… It was you! You

the hobo. Now, he’s cuckoo for sure, but he’s not completely out of his senses all the time, okay? So I gave him a buttload of money and dug a hole in the backyard clandestinely. Then, when you and Sam went out shopping, I opened the door to your room- and whoosh! That dumb dog bolted out

clutching Charlene’s neck as tears rolled down her cheeks. “How could you?!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. “Are you even human?! Bliss was just a dog! It was innocent- and

d-dog…. It would have… lived a happy life… if it had been

in her brain. She was blind, and yet in her mind’s eye, she could see Bliss crying as it stared in the direction of the mansion. Waiting for

like a knife slicing through

died of an illness. And Bliss itself… It had not even gotten to breathe and live in